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The Good Upclass Chapter 84: Tail
If only overthought memories could kill, Well’s cold and lifeless body would have been on the floor for hours by now. The questions, the what-ifs– he could not brush them off his head. Ah, overthought memories of all sorts. Like what if they would be busted by the soldiers just before they even made it to the tunnel? Like what if there was no opening by the end of the secret exit Allen Mar was talking about? What if all there ever had was a trap? What if there were no other available options but to recognize the end of a life lived worthy? “It is giving me anxiety, goodness!” Well exclaimed as he flashed a quick look through the dark and narrow tunnel spread wide inside of the door ahead of them. “We have no choice, kid. It is either we die without doing anything at all, or we die trying. Choose your faith,” Detective Deib Anchorman said as he swung the door wide open and stepped his left foot first inside. “To put an end to our debate, I am going to give this tunnel a dry run. I
The Good Upclass Chapter 85: Sacrificial Lamb
“That is the most gruesome revelation I have ever heard in my entire life,” Well said as his jaws dropped to the floor. “You know what, I am now starting to believe that this city is indeed a devil’s den. It seems like everyone here are lunatics! Like, really! I am not gonna lie, but at first I thought it was partly hard to believe all of those accusations you and other strangers I have met thrown to the city of New Bill. I mean, how would I believe it? This has been the city where my old man grew up. This has been the city that made him decide to pursue his dreams of becoming the person he had always aspired to be.” Well paused as if a sudden realization had struck him to the core. “Maybe there are just things that are not for us. I have been wanting to follow the same path that he had taken that is why I chose to study here, but look at me now. Instead of me chasing my dreams, it’s the nightmares that chase me.” He sighed and it was so deep Allen Mar could feel the exhaustion his fr
The Good Upclass Chapter 86: True War
And so, their journey of escaping the tunnel commenced. Detective Deib Anchorman led the way, and behind him was Well, while behind Well was Allen Mar. The tunnel was all dark; pitch-black, even. Nothing could have been seen by a naked eye, except for the glow of the dog tag that the two men in navy uniform were wearing. It took them a good while venturing the narrow but long tunnel. Prior to the start of their walk, Allen Mar believed fifteen minutes was enough for them to make it to the end. However, now that they were on their way, they realized fifteen minutes was actually short. That had been proven because they were in the tunnel for about twelve minutes already, but they were yet to reach the middle of it– that was according to Detective Deib Anchorman, the appointed leader of the three men group. “When will this walk be over?” Well complained as he started to feel itchy on the knees. “Really? Well? We have not even reached halfway yet,” Allen Mar answered. He was holding W
The Good Upclass Chapter 87: Shots Fired
Detective Deib Anchorman was the first to make it close to the manhole. When he got there, he drew his ear closer to the ground floor. “I don’t hear anything,” he said after five seconds of focusing all his hearing senses on the ground. “I am supposed to be hearing footsteps and cranking guns and indistinct chatters coming from the soldiers, but I don’t hear anything right now.“Is that supposed to be a good thing or a bad thing?” Well asked, his heart had been pounding so fast and so strong it was no different compared to a jack hammer used in smacking a hardened soil. Allen Mar chimed into the conversation and then corrected Well, “It is supposed to be a good thing, I believe. The detective not hearing anything from above only means that the soldiers have not returned from the search yet. That means we will have enough time to make it out here and perhaps even out of the vicinity as well. Although the latter would be so dangerous, and I don’t think our chances of success are that h
The Good Upclass Chapter 88: The Freelancer
“So, we are really going to pursue that plan, eh? No chances of changing your minds?” Well asked again. Up until this point, he still did not want to believe that once they would land their feet out of the tunnel, the journey of running for their own lives individually will begin. He knew, that if that was going to be the case, he will not going to make it. He had never been into any kind of a situation like this. There were nothing like these back in Coast Ville. Coast Ville was peaceful. There were dangers and threats that needed to be taken care of and dealt with. There were no sketchy people, no psychopaths, no crimes, and best of all, no complicated overwhelming scenarios like this one that the three had been involved with. “We have to, Well. Because we have no choice,” Allen Mar answered again, sighting Well with his sympathetic gaze. It was visible in his eyes how bad did he feel towards Well. He, too, did not want to pursue the plan. That was not the way how he wanted to get
The Good Upclass Chapter 89: Success Failed
Well stumbled upon his knees. His eyes had never been this open before. His cheeks, they never felt as hot as this before. And his lips, although he could not see them, he was sure they were pale and dry. He was blinded for a second, and his vision went all out-- totally pitch black, like everything had been wiped out of his horizon. Clouded by nothing but emptiness, his ears suddenly disfunctioned. He tried to get up and stand on his knees, but the nausea he felt was so strong it seemed like an earthquake had struck his head really, really hard that he still felt an aftr shock that was a lot stronger than the actual shaking itself.He remained down on the ground-- aceepted the fact that it was too impossible for him to recover considering the fact that he was being discombobulated by the sound of blazing bullets and roaring shouts.Until minutes and minutes had paased, his senses slowly went back to normal. The first to funcation again was his sense of smell-- his noose. It instant
The Good Upclass Chapter 90: Another Day
“Run, Well, run!” Allen Mar shouted as they heard a series of bullets fired against the sky. “Don’t look back! Just run!” Drowning in the sea of tall and vast corn plant leaves, Well and Allen Mar struggled for their way out of the cornfields. The soldiers must have heard Well when he squeaked, giving away their only chance of escaping out of the place. And now, as the two of them ran for their lives having no accuracy of which direction to head to, Well’s heartbeat intensified and Allen Mar’s breathing went rapidly high. “Oh, my God! What have I done again this time? I am such a fucking time bomb. An idiot!” Well yelled to himself as his feet pedaled as fast as they could, along with the streaming of tears on his face that had long been settled. “Let us not think about that now. You can blame yourself later when we are done with this mess,” Allen Mar replied, as he glanced very quickly behind them only to see that the soldiers had been performing their offensive position where in
The Good Upclass Chapter 91: A Dream
When Well returned to his hotel room, it was already six o’clock in the morning. Students who were admitted to the same hotel as his were already suited in their respective uniforms and were all prepared to take off sooner or later, while him, on the other hand, was yet to dry his clothes out. He was untidy, filthy, and messy, and it was visible just from his eyes alone that he was so tired and had not had enough sleep. Well yawned as soon as he arrived at the doorway of the hotel. The people inside looked at him with disgust as if he was some kind of rubbish picked up from a rubbish bin– because to be clearly honest, that was how he indeed looked like. Doreen was the first person to notice his presence and did not ignore him like the rest of the tenants did. “Well! Oh, goodness gracious. Where have you been? I have sent a staff last night to deliver your dinner but he said your door was locked and the lights were off. And look at you now, all messy and dirty! If your Dad knows about
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Chapter 160: Prisoners of the Deep
“Nowadays, it is not only tangible things that are stolen. Culprits and stalkers like them are often sent out in the world to steal impossible things like information and codes. I believe that is the thing that keeps them from running after us. Because if it is only a material thing, they could have stolen it long before already. But it’s different. They are needing a piece of information, and only the best of the best spies and culprits can do it. Only those who are willing to risk their lives and last breath only to get their ears closer to the information that their bosses need,” Binsent Anchorman explained. “Okay, okay. Hold on, why are we here again? Because, technically, since I am now an official member of the alliance, am I not right to know the basics of this group? Like, what are we working for? And who? And why? And basically all the questions you think I need the answer from?” Arjay chimed in, standing by the end of the bleacher together with Allen Mar. Even up until this
Chapter 159: Devil's Den
Binsent Anchorman, together with Well, Arjay, and Allen Mar gathered all together onto the bleachers that were lining up outside of the church. “It has come to my attention that you are being followed. Now that we are here, somewhere that is least expected by the people to see us being gathered, I doubt if stalkers will still come after us,” Binsent Anchorman said as he laid down his suitcase on the ground. He was the first among them four to sit on the bleachers. This time, he was wearing a funny, little hat that did not match his tuxedo outfit at all. However, one thing that Allen Mar and Well could assure was that, in that outfit, he looked like their late friend, his twin brother, Detective Deib Anchorman. Well slouched down next to Binsent Anchorman; his eyes had been wondering around as if they were two little footage cameras scanning for possible threats around them. “I am now starting to question our presence in this city. Us being stalked remains a mystery to me. But one th
Chapter 158: Binsent On The Lead
Binsent Anchorman, together with Well, Arjay, and Allen Mar gathered all together onto the bleachers that were lining up outside of the church. “It has come to my attention that you are being followed. Now that we are here, somewhere that is least expected by the people to see us being gathered, I doubt if stalkers will still come after us,” Binsent Anchorman said as he laid down his suitcase on the ground. He was the first among them four to sit on the bleachers. This time, he was wearing a funny, little hat that did not match his tuxedo outfit at all. However, one thing that Allen Mar and Well could assure was that, in that outfit, he looked like their late friend, his twin brother, Detective Deib Anchorman. Well slouched down next to Binsent Anchorman; his eyes had been wondering around as if they were two little footage cameras scanning for possible threats around them. “I am now starting to question our presence in this city. Us being stalked remains a mystery to me. But one t
Chapter 157: Their Own Shadows
In the taxi, nothing much had happened other than a small conversation involving Well, Binset Anchorman, and some interesting and trivial things about the late Detective Deib Anchorman, his twin brother. It was surely a wholesome moment. It was surely a wholesome conversation. But if not for the fact that Well was the one that initiated the conversation, none of those would have ever existed. “I only met Detective Deib Anchorman for like a couple of days,” Well started two minutes just when the engine started. “And just like you, he started as a taxicab driver, too. I met him when I asked for a taxi who can send me to the nearest ATM station because I just lost my phone and I needed to buy something. He was the one who accompanied me to the Octagon Shop where I was able to find myself a new phone. He was a good man, indeed. I don’t think if I have said this earlier, but this is something that I was not able to tell him. I was too selfish to even inform him how good of a man he was,” We
Chapter 156: Everthing's Off, Everything's Improper
Just when Well arrived at the ground floor, he noticed some coalition of people not far from where he was standing. Intrigued by the on going noises, he went to see what was happening over there. After a few more meters of walking, he finally figured out what that mess was all about. Simple. It was primarily because over there was a food hall and the reason why he could hear metals banging against each other was because they were spoons and forks, and noisy people who were trying to satisfy themselves with the food that they eat. Apparently, it triggered the growling of Well’s stomach. All of a sudden, he wanted to dive into the line too to get himself something to feed for his angry tummy. Convinced that there was no time for his social anxieties anymore, he absentmindedly fell in line. He tucked his wallet out of his pants’ left pocket and draw out his credit card. Finally, he could eat now. It took him roughly ten to fifteen minutes to finally make it to the counter. There, he ord
Chapter 155: Well's Convincing Lines
With both of his hands clasping against each other, Well shot a gaze through the busy hallway. He saw nurses in the rush, assistants going back and forth and to and from different rooms, doctors running with their shoelaces untangled, and other more disturbing and unusual things for Well but were considered normal and part of the routine in any hospitals. Well decided to go for a stroll outside the hospital and find something to eat. He had not eaten anything since lunch time, and he barely even finished his food back in the tavern because of Allen Mar’s intuitive conversation with the bloke man about the three suspicious men in suit initiating a negotiation talk with the secret society’s leader. Time check, it was already ten minutes past seven in the evening. Around this time, Well should have had in his bed already– ready to sleep because tomorrow was going to be another day full of unwanted surprises– but here he was now, in the hospital, with someone he only knew less than ten hou
Chapter 154: Discombobulated
His nerves had never been feeling this tight. The flowing of blood all over his body had been insufficient, but the only thing he ever had in his mind was Allen Mar. He kept thinking of him. He kept thinking and thinking and thinking of him. Questions spun around his brain; ‘How was the operation?’ ‘Will he be okay?’ ‘Will he survive?’ ‘What are the odds of him dying?’ ‘Was the doctor not joking when he said that Allen Mar’s injury was serious and could even bring up his death if certain actions had not been taken immediately?’ With both of his hands clasping against each other, Well shot a gaze through the busy hallway. He saw nurses in the rush, assistants going back and forth and to and from different rooms, doctors running with their shoelaces untangled, and other more disturbing and unusual things for Well but were considered normal and part of the routine in any hospitals. Fully convinced that the operation will take longer than expected, Well decided to go for a stroll outside
Chapter 153: Media Man
Detective Deib Anchorman was the first to make it close to the manhole. When he got there, he drew his ear closer to the ground floor. “I don’t hear anything,” he said after five seconds of focusing all his hearing senses on the ground. “I am supposed to be hearing footsteps and cranking guns and indistinct chatters coming from the soldiers, but I don’t hear anything right now. “Is that supposed to be a good thing or a bad thing?” Well asked, his heart had been pounding so fast and so strong it was no different compared to a jack hammer used in smacking a hardened soil. Allen Mar chimed into the conversation and then corrected Well, “It is supposed to be a good thing, I believe. The detective not hearing anything from above only means that the soldiers have not returned from the search yet. That means we will have enough time to make it out here and perhaps even out of the vicinity as well. Although the latter would be so dangerous, and I don’t think our chances of success are that
Chapter 152: Too Impossible To Be True
Different scenarios had been playing in his head to the extent that he was lost already and could not distinguish the reality from the hallucinations. Hope had been the only chance he had. And although his abdomen churned in fear, and the back of his neck had been filled with goosebumps, Well only braved the situation and sat on one of the chairs at the waiting area, believing in his friend, Allen Mar that he would survive the operation no matter what. Prayers came out of his lips unconsciously without him knowing it. Fully convinced that the operation will take longer than expected, Well decided to go for a stroll outside the hospital and find something to eat. He had not eaten anything since lunch time, and he barely even finished his food back in the tavern because of Allen Mar’s intuitive conversation with the bloke man about the three suspicious men in suit initiating a negotiation talk with the secret society’s leader. Time check, it was already ten minutes past seven in the ev
